Ayra, now clad in S-Grade Crystal Gloves that seemed to absorb light and hum with raw, unyielding power, felt a surge of exhilaration.
Her earlier resentment towards Daniel had completely vanished, replaced by an overwhelming sense of gratitude and a primal urge to test her new toys.
She flexed her hands, and a small, almost imperceptible shockwave emanated from her gauntlets, making the ground tremble beneath her feet.
"Vance, you magnificent weirdo!" she roared, her voice laced with pure joy.
"These gloves are insane! I feel like I could punch a hole through the entire Taiji Basin!
You've officially earned my eternal, axe-wielding loyalty! And maybe even a slight reduction in bathroom-related threats!"
Daniel just chuckled, his own S-Grade Flying Cloud Mystic Bow now glowing softly in his hand.
"Glad to be of service, Ayra. Just ensuring our team's primary brawler is properly equipped to handle any… overzealous social engagements."
